wotan is my co-pilot.

events aren't always larger than life in the woodsly goodness.
it's the daily grind of coming and going and doing
that jiggers and buggers and bebothers
all of the big fun, bigger action, and biggest deals
of a worthy and wonderful Folk Life.
example:
another 'nother weak-sauce waterbaby wednesday, neighbors.
neither prince spaghetti day nor hump day,
which are my two preferred ways
to while away a wily, wiry wednesday.
instead,
odin/woden/wotan is bringing the lightning-striking viking
berserker barnstormer raiding and invading directly down
on my freshly coiffed and manicured little peanut of a skull.
and that's a hard style.
mid week weakness,
and an insulting and injuriously long, drawn-out, no-fun road trip.
....to connecticut.
traffic, and bad air, and worse water,
and noise, and litter, and horrible drivers.
and that's just the trip through massachussetts to get there!
(word)
*
by suppertime this evening,
i'll be dining with my sister and her family,
and by dinnertime tomorrow,
i'll be back in the chilly embrace of the woodsly goodness.
the buxom bosom of ma nature i know and love
as the white mountains is always looming loftily above my brain.
as in:
on my mind,
in my thoughts,
and over my head.
like a halo, ninjas.
or a sweet paper sun hat, even.
(word)
*
mornings, like these mornings, spent waiting,
are the longest.
never-ending waiting periods, before the journey.
which somehow seems even longer.
temporal distortion.
smoke rings dissipating,
thinning out in concentration,
not gone,
just spread out.
just like the minutes that evaporate around the clock face.
circles.
ghost circles.
spirits and memories and long roads to the short-term.
this is why wednesdays take the longest,
and the shortest.
the straight line between two counterpoints,
and the much longer arcs of a separate set of semispheres.
really real life,
and the constituent elements.
i am grateful for this time, neighbors.
the lightspeed seconds it seems slip by,
the hours of ours that take ten times as long.
it's happening.
all of it.
it's documented, i meant it.
(word);
never quiet, never soft.....
*amended to include this afterword:
the weather report is a real d-bag.
in addition to the heroic chugfest trip i am scheduled to embark on,
let me further iterate that it will (again) be a snowy, cold
batch of b!tchbaggerish blizzard that i am joyously
going to endure along the highways and low roads
on yet another mutha-ucking wednesday.
driving to connecticut in the snow?
waaaay better than just driving to connecticut.
adding a little danger and excitement.
like a secret agent, without the coolness.
driving back home in the snow tomorrow?
yep.
because a double-dose of doo-doo
is even F*ing better than a single dose.
real life is trying to try me,
and as trying as that is,
the true trials begin in between.
(word)